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THE WHO: I WAS THERE by Richard Houghton

It is a tribute to the affection
that The Who have inspired in their fans over the years that a book like this
can exist. I doubt any group before or since has rewarded its fans in the way
that The Who did, and continue to do for that matter, and by this I mean how
The Who performed on stage, offering their fans all those simply staggering shows,
especially when they were in their prime. To have seen The Who between 1968 and
1976 was, on most nights, to witness the very best rock shows ever, with fans
shaking their heads in disbelief as Pete, Roger, John and Keith put on displays
of such panache, skill and excitement that no one has ever been able to match. Only those who were there know what I am talking about.

These fans like to talk
about it too, they like to share their memories just as I do on this blog. I Was There is simply a massive collection
of eye-witness accounts of Who concerts, from a few who saw them as The Detours
in 1964, all the way through the glory years to a show in March of this year,
445 fun-packed pages of show reports, many recalling personal stories about getting to and
from the gig, the massive thrill of it all, and most are illustrated with pictures of
these fans whose reminiscences Richard Houghton has lovingly assembled for his
book.

For the most part, of
course, the fans are overwhelmingly positive about the shows they saw, and even
after many years they seem able to recall in extraordinary detail the songs,
the performances, the clothes they and the group wore, and even what was said
on stage. Although most are from boys (men now of course), a decent proportion
are from girls, many of them besotted by Roger, but this does put to the sword
the oft-repeated falsehood that The Who was a ‘man’s band’. A good proportion
of the fans describe the Who concert they saw as the greatest concert they ever
saw in their entire lives. A few got to meet or exchange a few words with
the group before or after a show, and it’s nice to read about how in the early
days a member of The Who would sometimes allow a penniless fan into the venue
through the stage door if he or she pretended to be a member of their road
crew.

Certain insight are
fascinating. “They were in a different league altogether,” recalls Richard
White, a member of a semi-pro band that supported The Who at the Goldhawk Road
Social Club on 31 July, 1964. “They used to do a really powerful version of
‘Ooh Poo Pah Doo’… they used to give it the full Who treatment, with crashing
guitar chords and Keith Moon thrashing around his drum kit. [Pete] told me
they’d worked on Roger’s voice. It was too high-pitched for them at the time
and they wanted to bring it down a bit. They did it by getting him to sing into
a tape recorder.”

Or this one from Alex
Wilson, a drummer, from 26 April, 1969, at the Community Centre in Auchinleck
in Scotland: “[Keith] went through dozens of drumsticks during the gig, while
I’d make one set of mine last months. At the end of the night I was speaking to
Keith and he asked if I needed any sticks or drum parts. He gave me about 30
pairs of sticks and a bass drum pedal. Both lasted me for years and I still
have the drum peal to this day.”

“I remember it as an
outstanding and breathtaking performance,” recalls Steve Davy of The Who’s set
at the 9th National Jazz & Blues Festival at Plumpton on 9
August, 1969. “It was one of those performances that had an exceptional magic
about it.” I can confirm that view as this was the first time I’d seen The Who
live myself, so it’s nice to know that Steve and I were on the same wavelength.
So impressed was I with that Who show that afterwards I determined to see them as often as
I could in the future, over 30 times until Keith died. In some respects seeing
The Who’s astounding performance that Saturday night was the impetus I needed
to apply for a job on Melody Maker the following year. I simply wanted to be a part of something as wonderful as this.

There are reports from
many famous shows: Woodstock, The Oval, the notorious San Francisco show where
Keith collapsed, the football stadiums in the seventies, Wembley Stadium with
Kenney Jones, the tragedy in Cincinnati, the first show without John, Mexico
City and a recent Albert Hall show. Sensibly, however, author Houghton has
concentrated on the Moon years, with only the last 40 or so pages of his book
devoted to post-1976.

The
Who: I Was There is
not really a book for the casual fan, only us obsessed devotees. Fortunately there are enough
of us, as reflected in its pages, to ensure its success. It’s a labour of love,
and no band was loved more for its live shows than The Who.